game
at the edge of insanity
that's where they like to see me be
bathing cupid and offering love
for a dime
you and me
that's what they like to see me be
be my lolita, french and obscene
be my maria, white, pale and clean
at the edge of reason
the answer i give is the question they ask
never be the same and keep clicheing around
never love them twice or maybe never at all
as long as he doesn't come who finds this unique.
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Oct 12, 2008.
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